1 We shall reach the river side,
Some sweet day, some sweet day;
We shall cross the stormy tide,
Some sweet day, some sweet day;
We shall press the sands of gold,
While before our eyes unfold
Heaven’s splendors, yet untold,
Some sweet day, some sweet day.
2 We shall pass inside the gate,
Some sweet day, some sweet day;
Peace and plenty for us wait,
Some sweet day, some sweet day;
We shall hear the wondrous strain,
Glory to the Lamb that’s slain;
Christ was dead, but lives again,
Some sweet day, some sweet day.
3 We shall meet our lost and own,
Some sweet day, some sweet day;
Gath’ring round the great white throne,
Some sweet day, some sweet day;
By the tree of life so fair,
Joy and rapture everywhere;
O the bliss of over there!
Some sweet day, some sweet day.
Source: Songs of Free Grace #27